Eugene took Reyma to a nearby village and had him prepare a letter for Baron Fransil. After contemplation, Reyma wrote a letter containing his desperate feelings for the future rather than his own life. He then hired three mercenaries and commissioned them to deliver the letter to the Fransil family.

“It must be delivered as soon as possible. Remember, the sooner it arrives, the greater your compensation will be. If you can get there in three days, all of you will become owners of those horses, as well as the recipient of even greater wealth,” Reyma said.

“Please leave it to us,” the mercenaries responded before riding away with joy.

However, Eugene didn’t really care. He was feeling rather grumpy.

“Are you finished?” Eugene asked.

“Yes. Will we be joining your army right away?” Reyma said.

“That’s right…”

“Ah!” Reyma’s expression brightened up a little at Eugene’s answer. However, Eugene’s following words caused his gaze to shake violently. “However, we have to dispose of that before we do so.”

Eugene’s gaze remained unmoving from the trophies collected from the dead knights.

“Are you serious?” Reyma asked. He could not help but doubt his eyes and ears. Eugene was the head of an army about to go to war with an ancient, powerful family. Moreover, he was a duke! He could not believe that Eugene was thinking about selling off the loot he gained from the previous battle.

“Of course, I’m serious. Hurry...